Dean was excited. Sam was less than thrilled. On today’s bizarre adventure, you and the Winchesters were going on a trip to Sunrise, Wyoming. 1861. Dean’s obsession with old-timey wild west movies was more than apparent.

To set the scene: Dusty paths, musty air, even crappier bars than the ones you three usually frequent. And horse shit. A lot of horse shit.

Castiel sent you three back in time to the very day Samuel Colt killed the last phoenix—with the Colt.

Trying to track down the phoenix and the Colt were two different tasks, and you’re on the clock. Now you three were trying to figure out logistics for splitting up, and how to actually go about killing a creature that they have zero experience with.

“Well, we do know one thing that'll kill friggin' anything, right?” Dean says

“The Colt.” You and Sam say with a nod

“So, you go get the gun.” Dean says to Sam, “isn't the gun coming here? I mean, according to Samuel Colt's journal?” He counters, “Yeah, but people here barely even know who Colt is.” Dean explains, “Maybe you got to go find him and make history.” You advocate for Dean’s plan.

“I'll stay here…hook up with the posse.” Dean says and a devious little smirk finds its way onto his lips, “'Cause you know me—I'm a posse magnet.” He attempts to say with a straight face.

“I mean…I love posse.” You deadpan, the grown man giggles, “Make that into a t-shirt.” He says and bites back a smile (hardly).

“You two done?” Sam asks impatient, but amused nonetheless.